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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Move,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.