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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.