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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.