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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.