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 France 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.