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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 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?
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.