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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.