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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.