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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.