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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
cv313,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.