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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.