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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.