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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.