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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.