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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Swans,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.