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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.