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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.