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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.