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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.