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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.