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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.