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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.