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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
June Days,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.