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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.