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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.