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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
CMW,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.