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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.