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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.