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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Oneida,
Skriet,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.