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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.