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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.