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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.