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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.