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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.