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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.