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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.