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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.