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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.