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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.