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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.