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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.