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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
PIL,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Pole,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.