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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.