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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.