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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Slave,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.