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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.