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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Human League,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.