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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.