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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.