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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.