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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.