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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.