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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.