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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.