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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.