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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.