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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.