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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gladiators to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.