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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.