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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Crime,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Leaves,
10cc,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.