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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.