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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.