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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.