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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.