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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
CMW,
a-ha,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.