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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.