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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Zapp,
ABC,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Visage,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.