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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.