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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Organ,
ABC,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.