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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.