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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.