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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.