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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.