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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.