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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.