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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.