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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.