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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Cluster,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.