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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.