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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.