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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.