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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.