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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.