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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Index,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.