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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 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 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.