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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.