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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.