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 Winnipeg.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.