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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.