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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.