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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.