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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.