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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.