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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.