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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.