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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.