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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.