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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 AZ to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.