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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.