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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.