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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Scientists,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Wings,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.