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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Zapp,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.