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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.