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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.