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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.