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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.