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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.