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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.