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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.