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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.