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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.