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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.