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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Suicide,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.