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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.