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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.