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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.