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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.