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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.