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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.