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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.