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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.