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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.