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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Gong,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.