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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.