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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.