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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.