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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.