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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.