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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.