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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.