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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Monks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.