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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.