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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.