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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
DNA,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
UT,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.