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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.