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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
UT,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.