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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.