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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 808 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.