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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.