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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.