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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.