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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Brick,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.