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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.