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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.