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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 snare 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.