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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
UT,
The Evens,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Rakim,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.