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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.