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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.