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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.