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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.