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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.