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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.