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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.