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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.