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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Nico,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.