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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Television,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.