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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
UT,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.