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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.