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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.