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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.