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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.