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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.