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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.