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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.