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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.