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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.