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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.