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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.