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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Visage,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.