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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.