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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.