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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Fear,
Skarface,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.