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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Order to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.