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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.