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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.