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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.