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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.