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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.