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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.