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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.