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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.