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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.