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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.