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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.