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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.