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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Technova,
Suicide,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.