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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Nico,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.