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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Qualms,
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.