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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.