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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.