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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.