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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.