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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.