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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.