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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.