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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.