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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Erasure,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.