Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.