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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.