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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
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.