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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.