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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Franke,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.