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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.