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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.