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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.