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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Gong,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.