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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.