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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.