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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.