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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.