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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.