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 North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Smog,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.