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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.