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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.