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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.