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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ohio Players 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.