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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.