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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.