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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.