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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.