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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.