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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.