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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.