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 Ecuador 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 808 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.