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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.