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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Remains,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.