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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.