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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
AZ,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.