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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.