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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.