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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.