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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.