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 Israel and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.