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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
X-101,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.