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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Television,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.