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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.