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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.