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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.