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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.