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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Nas,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.