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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.