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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.