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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Index,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.