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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.