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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.