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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.