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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.