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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The Move,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.