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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.