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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.