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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.