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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.