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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.