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 Poland 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.