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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.