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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.