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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.