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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.