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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.