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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.