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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.