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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.