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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Smog,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.