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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.