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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.