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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.