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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.