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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.