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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.