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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.