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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.