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 Syria and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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 Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.