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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.