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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.