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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.