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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.