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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.