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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.