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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.