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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.