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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.