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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.