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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.