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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.