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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Visage,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.