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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.