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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.