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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.