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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.