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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.