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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.