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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lower 48 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.