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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.