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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
X-101,
Slave,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.