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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.