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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.