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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Slave,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.