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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Unwound,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.