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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.