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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.