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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.