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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.