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 Uganda and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.