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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.