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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.