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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.