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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Faust,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.