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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.