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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Oneida 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
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.