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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.