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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.