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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
a-ha,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.