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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.