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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.