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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.