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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.