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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.