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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Television,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.