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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Nas,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.