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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.