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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.