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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
The Human League,
10cc,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Television,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.