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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
cv313,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.