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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.