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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Interpol,
DNA,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.