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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.