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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.