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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Move to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.