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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
EPMD,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.