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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.