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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
June Days,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.