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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.