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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.