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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Names,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.