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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.