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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.