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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.