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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.