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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.