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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.