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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.