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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.