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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.