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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Symarip,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.