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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.