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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.