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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.