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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.