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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.