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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Franke,
Mars,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.