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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.