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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.