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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.