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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.