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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.