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 China and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Josef K,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.