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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.