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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.