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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.