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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.