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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.