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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.