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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.