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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
UT,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Television,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.