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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.