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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.