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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Little Man,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Darondo,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Franke,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.