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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.