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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.