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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
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.