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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.