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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.