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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.