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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.