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 Iceland and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.