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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.