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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.