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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Brick,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.