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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.