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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.