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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.