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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Suicide,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.