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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.