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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.