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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.