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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.