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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.