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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.