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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.