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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.