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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.