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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.