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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.