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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.