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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.