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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.