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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.