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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.