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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.