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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Names,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.