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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.