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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.