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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.