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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.