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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.