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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Alison Limerick 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.