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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.