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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.