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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Television,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.