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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.