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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '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 Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Index,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.