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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Babytalk,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.