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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.