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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.