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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.