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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.