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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.