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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.