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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.