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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.