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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.