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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.