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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.