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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.