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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.