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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.