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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.