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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.