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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.