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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.