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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.