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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.