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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.