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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.