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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.