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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.