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 Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.