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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.