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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.