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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Index,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.