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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.