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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.