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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.