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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.