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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.