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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.