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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Darondo,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.