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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.