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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.