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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.