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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band 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?
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.