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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.