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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
the Association,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.