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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.