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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.