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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.