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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.