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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.