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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Slave,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.