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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
X-102,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.