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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.