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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
cv313,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.