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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.