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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.