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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.