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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.