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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.