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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.