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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 the Human League to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
The Index,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Hoover,
AZ,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.