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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Audionom,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.