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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.