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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.