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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rakim to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.