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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Swans,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.