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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
The Move,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.