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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.