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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.