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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.