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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.