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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.