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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.