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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.