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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.