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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Television,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.