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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.