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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.