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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.