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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.