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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.