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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.