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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.