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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.