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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Television,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.