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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.