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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Kayak,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Can,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.