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 Cambodia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.