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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.