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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.