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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.