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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.