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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.