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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.