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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 David Bowie 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 funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.