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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.