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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Sparks,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
X-102,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.