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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.