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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.