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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.