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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.