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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.