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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.