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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Drexciya 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Saints,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.